I'm disconnected
never been accepted
always been rejected
never been respected
always been neglected
check this
my life is so hectic
i always wanna wreck sh*t
so i eat codeine for breakfast
looking for a next brick
you just don't get it
when **** hits the fan i try no to let it
give me a headache
i forgot how to feel
i need an anesthetic
im angry thats why im not pleasent
is it a curse or blessing
some believe its a beautyful present
but t makes me strong like a lieutenant
my anxiety had me sortta nervous and sort of embarresed
i prevented the leave of fear it has surrendered me to mirit
in this cold life you learn lessions
i guess some say life wasnt pleasant
The day before is better than the present
This poem explores the deep feelings I commonly lack to confess, and so I write about them to release the tension.